XXXIV

His ruffin raiment all was staind with blood,
  Which he had spilt, and all to rags yrent,
  Through unadvized rashnesse woxen wood; 300
  For of his hands he had no governement,
  Ne car’d for bloud in his avengement: 
  But when the furious fit was overpast,
  His cruell facts he often would repent;
  Yet wilfull man he never would forecast, 305
How many mischieves should ensue his heedlesse hast.

XXXV

Full many mischiefes follow cruell Wrath;
  Abhorred bloodshed and tumultuous strife,
  Unmanly murder, and unthrifty scath,[*]
  Bitter despight, with rancours rusty knife, 310
  And fretting griefe the enemy of life;
  All these, and many evils moe haunt ire,
  The swelling Splene,[*] and Frenzy raging rife,
  The shaking Palsey, and Saint Fraunces fire:[*]
Such one was Wrath, the last of this ungodly tire. 315

XXXVI

And after all, upon the wagon beame
  Rode Sathan, with a smarting whip in hand,
  With which he forward lasht the laesie teme,
  So oft as Slowth still in the mire did stand. 
  Hugh routs of people did about them band, 320
  Showting for joy, and still before their way
  A foggy mist had covered all the land;
  And underneath their feet, all scattered lay
Dead sculs and bones of men, whose life had gone astray.

XXXVII

So forth they marchen in this goodly sort, 325
  To take the solace of the open aire,
  And in fresh flowring fields themselves to sport;
  Emongst the rest rode that false Lady faire,
  The foule Duessa, next unto the chaire
  Of proud Lucifera, as one of the traine:  330
  But that good knight would not so nigh repaire,
  Him selfe estraunging from their joyaunce vaine,
Whose fellowship seemd far unfit for warlike swaine.

XXXVIII

So having solaced themselves a space
  With pleasaunce[*] of the breathing fields yfed, 335
  They backe retourned to the Princely Place;
  Whereas an errant knight in armes ycled,
  And heathnish shield, wherein with letters red
  Was writ Sans joy, they new arrived find: 
  Enflam’d with fury and fiers hardy-hed 340
  He seemd in hart to harbour thoughts unkind,
And nourish bloudy vengeaunce in his bitter mind.

XXXIX

Who when the shamed shield of slaine Sansfoy
  He spide with that same Faery champions page,
  Bewraying him, that did of late destroy 345
  His eldest brother, burning all with rage
  He to him leapt, and that same envious gage
  Of victors glory from him snatcht away: 
  But th’ Elfin knight, which ought that warlike wage
  Disdaind to loose the meed he wonne in fray, 350
And him rencountring fierce, reskewd the noble pray.